My finest so far.

@xFiacre (10490)
Ireland
December 6, 2017 5:35pm CST
Death's grandfather sat on the toilet surrounded by midnight and frost; the poor man could hardly stop shivering, his gloves and his long John's got lost, I suppose that they fell Down the wiggly well And were making a hell of a smell, as they sat in the pit filled with widdle and sh#t while he tuned up his bicycle bell.
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@jaboUK (50691)
• United Kingdom
6 Dec
Love this nonsense poem Fiacre
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@xFiacre (10490)
• Ireland
6 Dec
@jabouk Nonsense Madam? Nonsense? It's just the product of a mind that has little else to do other than ponder how best to sell contraceptives to hedgehogs.
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@jaboUK (50691)
• United Kingdom
6 Dec
@xFiacre You just made me laugh out loud with that remark.
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@xFiacre (10490)
• Ireland
7 Dec
@jaboUK Mrs Hedgehog wasn't laughing when Mr Hedgehog rolled over on his packet of nice new contraceptives with his sharp prickles I can tell you.
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@JudyEv (101028)
• Bunbury, Australia
7 Dec
Great poem!
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@kobesbuddy (19709)
• East Tawas, Michigan
6 Dec
Ring! KaJingle! Ding! I was just ringing my bicycle bell to say, 'I love this poem!' Thanks, for a good laugh:) PU, what smells around here?
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@Hatley (159442)
• Garden Grove, California
7 Dec
tgats so fummy good for y9u oive it